[ti:Ghosts]
[ar:Dan Fogelberg]
[al:Original Album Classics]
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[00:01.96]Ghosts-Dan Fogelberg
[00:14.83]Sometimes in the night I feel it
[00:18.20]Near as my next breath
[00:20.32]
[00:21.14]and yet untouchable
[00:23.08]
[00:25.08]Silently the past comes stealing
[00:27.89]
[00:28.53]Like the taste of some forbidden sweet
[00:36.11]
[00:39.05]Along the walls in shadowed rafters
[00:42.80]Moving like a thought through haunted atmospheres
[00:48.29]
[00:49.68]Muted cries and echoed laughter
[00:52.18]
[00:53.11]Banished dreams that never sank in sleep
[01:00.40]
[01:18.01]Lost in love and found in reason
[01:20.51]
[01:21.40]Questions that the mind can find no answers for
[01:27.08]
[01:28.46]Ghostly eyes conspire treason
[01:30.90]
[01:31.98]As they gather just outside the door
[01:39.43]
[01:42.70]Every ghost that calls upon us
[01:46.23]Brings another measure in the mystery
[01:50.91]
[01:53.30]Death is there
[01:54.62]To keep us honest
[01:55.80]
[01:56.62]And constantly remind us we are free
[02:01.57]
[02:07.83]Down the ancient corridors
[02:11.54]
[02:14.54]And through the gates of time
[02:17.30]
[02:21.57]Run the ghosts of days
[02:25.76]That we left behind
[02:30.95]
[02:35.71]Down the ancient corridors
[02:40.60]
[02:42.55]And through the gates of time
[02:48.64]
[02:49.27]Run the ghosts of dreams
[02:53.23]That we left behind
[03:01.94]
[03:53.16]Sometimes in the night I feel it
[03:56.42]Near as my next breath and yet untouchable
[04:01.76]
[04:03.44]Silently the past comes stealing
[04:06.29]
[04:06.92]Like the taste of some forbidden sweet
[04:14.07]
[04:17.45]Every ghost that calls upon us
[04:20.85]Brings another measure in the mystery
[04:25.61]
[04:27.92]Death is there
[04:29.18]To keep us honest
[04:30.44]
[04:31.44]And constantly remind us we are free
[04:41.41]
[04:42.35]Down the ancient corridors
[04:46.31]
[04:49.03]And through the gates of time
[04:55.18]
[04:55.93]Run the ghosts of days
[04:59.08]
[05:00.08]That we left behind Down the ancient corridors and through the gates of time run the ghosts of days that we left behind